Now the night has bullied the day away I have time to analyse
as poems and messages sashay their way across the back of my eyes.
Rivers of words flow into a sea and I can no longer disguise
dreams that acquire substance and take on the guise of spies
in once dormant pockets of a heart where love now lies.
Nothing can stem the tide of feeling, one word is enough.
Echoes of all that's been written or said, that word is love.
8/27/2026
Wow. Thank you so much Rachelle for such a lovely, thoughtful comment. I am doing my faned poppy impersonation and have read your words a number of times. Yes they are called internal rhymes. So you are a dance teacher. We used to love dancing but sadly no more. Thank you again, I am truly grateful.
8/26/2026
The Words That Got to Me
Now the night has bullied the day away... very original, and sashaying poems - You have a delightful way with words, Mr. Poet! Rivers of words flow into a sea and I can no longer disguise dreams that acquire substance and take on the guise of spies hmmm,
I always try to understand the message in poems, not just appreciate the sounds and the mind behind them. I enjoyed your poem and am wondering if you are a stay-up-late-writing person, your mind bringing forth playful words like sashaying? (neat word) I hope you aren't thinking, oh for heavens sake, don't pick it apart. So I won't. Your message of love rising again from the heart is lovely, and yes, the alliterations are noted and enjoyed. From your picture, I feel like it's Valentine's Day all over again :) Not a bad idea.
8/27/2026
Ah Valentine's Day all over again is a lovely thought. I don't mind picking apart. It's fine with me. Thank you very much for your kind, supportive words. They are much appreciated. I am not really a stay up late person but, like most writers, inspiration can be showered on me at sometimes the most inconvenient times. But who are we to quibble at that.
8/26/2026
The Words That Got to Me
Now the night has bullied the day away *What a cool image that brings to my mind. I love it and bet I will remember it from now on once twilight hits. poems and messages sashay their way across *The dance teacher and choreographer in me loves this image! Very vivid and brings your picture to life.
I love poems that have words that rhyme within their lines (oh, geez - like what I just did. haha) Are they called "internal rhymes?" For some reason, that's the term that's coming to my mind. (oh dear gawd; that is NOT intentional!! This review is beginning to sound like Dr. Seuss!) But I genuinely enjoyed them in this poem of yours that felt simultaneously spritely yet flowing - no easy combination...well, except for the masterful among us, of course...like you! xoxo Encore! Encore!!